It’s a pill, not a metaphor (but, really, it is)

 

 

It is the last pill of the last bottle of the last prescription I filled when I still had health insurance. I had four prescriptions going when I was first laid off and slowly they all ran out, but I managed to stretch this last one out until now. So my thyroid, cholesterol, mental health and birth control issues are now in the hands of the employment gods. *Snort of derision* – good luck with that, health issues, for those employment gods are stingy bastards.